Wanda secretly planned a summer trip home. It was a trip she and her family had been promised 3 years beforehand, when she was taken from her village. All the children were brought to St. Michael's Indian Residential School to live. There they would be educated in the Anglo-Saxon and Christian traditions.
They were told it was for the good of their people. Through religious indoctrination of their young, the savages would be assimilated into civilized society and their heathen souls redeemed. Youngsters were thus plunged into a chaotic and ironically barbaric world of government sanctioned abductions and punitively run, religious boarding schools.
|Emily Carr, Gitwangak (1912), Oil on Canvas|
Such traumatic circumstances wore down most of the children. Wanda, however, was not easily broken. She was beautiful, the daughter of a Haida princess and warrior chief, and drew great strength from knowing her heritage. This did not sit well with the staff. The Sisters of St. Michael’s and their priest, Father Fredrick, did all they could, in the name of Jesus Christ, to break the child.
The things they did to break her would have made hardened men – men under the very shield of a patriarchal God, beg for mercy and pledge allegiance to the Enemy (probably a woman).
But no matter what they did, her spirit would not be broken.
She seemed protected by something invisible, something those without authentic gnosis would consider evil. This spirit of protection manifested through nature and the guardian eagles of Wanda's ancient ancestors who flew above the trees. They left warning feathers as evidence of their presence, taking note as witnesses of the atrocities being inflicted on God's children under the deceptive guise of religion.
Under such mystical tutorage, Wanda's soul was encouraged to stand strong and resolute no matter what they did to her. She thus continued to whisper in her native language to the other students. When the Sisters heard, they stabbed her tongue with a knitting needle as punishment for speaking the Devil's words. Wanda grew accustomed to such tortuous lessons and dealt with the beatings, starvation, solitary confinement and sexual assaults as the stoics taught, mentally transforming tragedy into triumph.
She was sure if her family found out what was really happening at St. Michael's, the authorities would rescue her and the other children, united now in their suffering as brothers and sisters fighting against oppression. It was this belief that fueled Wanda's resolve to escape during the warm summer months in search of help.
She told the other children she'd soon be back for them.
True to her word, Wanda indeed returned, albeit not quite as she had promised.
The Sisters had caught her trying to leave in the middle of the night. They tortured her until the morning hours to teach her a lesson. Once they were done with their sadistic assault, they planned on using her barely alive body as an example for the rest of the children, on order to stoke their fear, keep them in line.
But under the shield of Wanda's invisible guardians, she felt no pain and endured the last hours of her current incarnation, until she was finally delivered home to the one true Creator.
With her soul safely back in the womb of Creation, the men and women of St. Michael's had to switch tactics and make due with her corpse.
So they took her naked, bruised and broken prepubescent body and hung it by a rope from the grand oak overlooking the school. The terrorized students were assembled in front of her corpse as it swayed in the hot early sun, and scavenger birds swirled overhead. Eagles stood on guard.
|Noble Eagles on guard to Serve and Protect|
Father Fredrick stood beside this sight of horror and began his hellfire and brimstone sermon using Wanda as a prop. But as his preaching gained momentum and his voice climbed to a fever pitch, rather than instill abject fear in the children, they were comforted with an overwhelming calm. And before their innocent eyes, a pair of almighty bald eagles descended from on high, converging with talons drawn on Father Fredrick's jugular.
Don't be misled. You cannot mock the justice of God. You will always harvest what you plant ~ Galatians